MicroCorp Personal City

(cruel, insertion, giga)

John stretched his back now that he was outside his office. The sun was low, and it cast long, dark shadows from the towering skyscrapers. 6:02PM read the digital clock in the sky, positioned on the North side of the dome. John gazed up at the endless pink sky, wrinkled slightly, elastic, textured; living. He began his walk home, not minding the slight shifting of the sky above him, all the citizens were very much used to it.

He took the elevator up to his apartment, where he was greeted by his loving wife and his infant son. After dinner, they would have a relaxing night in front of the television.

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Ash sat on her bed. 6:34PM, the time read on her mobile phone, idly scrolling through it. She was feeling pretty bored, and her roommate was out... maybe it was time to give them another test run.

Ash had recently purchased the newest technology from MicroCorp, apparently a female sex toy that required no hands or... anything on your part really. Six spheres, one centimetre in diameter each, were inserted within and attached to her vaginal wall. Each sphere was a self-contained habitat in the form of a city, all interconnected and functioning how one would expect. They were gyroscopically stable, so her walking didn't bother them either. They generated energy from her body heat, and they used her secretions to extract protein and create food. Sure, it was kinda weird to have roughly a million tiny people inside her at all times, but she quickly came to love it.

Anyway, they had a job they did for her.

Ash booted up the MicroCorp Personal City app on her phone. This would give her direct contact to 'Edward McNamara, head of the DGS'. DGS standing for 'Department of Genital Stimulation'. "Uhhh, hello?" she spoke into the phone, waiting for for the response.

General McNamara was in his office when the sirens went on, indicating a call. As fast as he could, he sprinted into mission control, a large auditorium, quickly filling with other DGS officers. The general took his position at the centre command point, hitting a large red button. The screen at the front of the room filled with the face of Ash, large, but several thousand times smaller than in real life. "Hello ma'am this is General McNamara what can we do for you today?" he asked in his slight southern drawl.

"I'm in the mood tonight, do your thing." she said rather bluntly.

"Yes, ma'am, please be patient." he said, hitting the second large red button that read 'Initiate Stimulation'.

All throughout the six domes a siren blared, an electronic voice pipping to life, 'all on duty DGS personnel to their positions. This is not a drill.', it repeated. A counter reading 'five minutes' appeared adjacent to the digital clock on the dome, this was the deadline. Throughout the domes, and in several external command centres, the microscopic people began to suit up; hazard suits to survive the dangerous external environment of the vaginal tube. The yellow clad men and women gathered to the airlocks, adjacent to the local DGS command points. Inside the airlock was stationed a wide variety of vehicles and machines, all to assist the movement and navigation throughout the wide fleshy walls. As the people in the airlock began to deactivate the gyroscope stabiliser, exposing them to the tremulous shaking of the twitching walls and gentle breathing. The scout points were beginning to activate in preparation for the event.

"LLM command point this is General McNamara, come in LLM."

"Roger. This is Left Labia Minora captain Douglas Lee; I hear you loud and clear."

"Are you ready to launch the CS?"

"Beginning launch now."

The CS (Clitoris Stimulator) was the largest vehicle in the DGS fleet, three millimetres tall with a crew capacity of one thousand. The colossal metal blades at the apex of the rough pyramid began to whirr to life, like a colossal helicopter. The metallic structure began it's slow ascent from the inner lips to the clitoris; a harrowing journey, to be sure.

The time on the count down read 1:00, the deadline was quickly approaching. The teams of roving DGS personnel were making their way to their designated points, tens of thousands of people all gathering round specific clusters of nerves, relying on vehicles - ranging from helicopter-like gnats to colossal arachnid robots. "This is McNamara, please report your positions."

"This is Alpha-1, en route, 5 millimetres."

"This is Beta-1, en route, 4.25 millimetres."

The reports continued, each time updating their location, fuel levels, until finally, they settled into their positions. "All teams can confirm positions?" A barrage of 'rogers' filled the command centre. "Alright, and the CS is in position?"

"Can confirm."

"Excellent, stop the countdown." he called. "'T-plus 1.34', not bad. "We're in position ma'am." he spoke into his microphone.

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During the five minutes of preparation, Ash idly scrolled through her phone, waiting for the all clear; it was boring, but only a small wait. Finally, she received a notification, and she could begin. She opened up pornhub, and was beginning to look for something that caught her fancy.

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"Alright men, keep the voltage low. We need to get her ready." McNamara spoke into the mic, broadcasting his voice to all the various troops. The various static generators whirred to life, stimulating the nerve ends inside her skin.

"The vaginal cavity is lengthening sir, 25%."

"Good good, continue as usual."

The microscopic people at along the infinite pink surface continued to increase the voltage of their electronic probes, the minute signals transferring through the skin. This was only the third time they had needed to do this, but it was still only the first week; Ash likely wanted to get a feel for it. The colossal cavern began to moisten, the exudation of the feminine vapour floating through the turgid air like a haunting mist. If the various cities and vehicles hadn't been air-conditioned they likely would be sweating like pigs.

"Vaginal cavity at full length sir, she's reached peak arousal."

"Excellent, pump up the voltage."

Ash was beginning to feel a warmth emanating from her lower stomach, and she was very clearly moistening. Those little guys really knew their stuff: it was just like actually having something in there. Her digits began to tingle as she watched her video, it took a lot of control to not touch herself, simply from instinct. The first time she had accidentally stroked a little bit, and that triggered an angry call for almost destroying the 'Right Labia Minora base' or something. They were pretty tenacious for how weak and tiny they were, if she ever decided to go back to vibrators they wouldn't be able to stop her, in fact she had already seen a few 'genocide by dildo' videos floating around. Ash sucked on her teeth as the video continued, the warmth, tingliness and moisture all ramping up.

The people on the CS held tight to their surroundings, even the inbuilt gyroscopes failed to completely neutralise the quaking of even her smallest movements. The crewmen on the colossal machine were the bravest of all, they were outside of the safety of the colossal cave, and forced into a foreign world much too large for them. Through their windows was nothing but the endless pink cliff of her expanded clitoris, pulsing with blood. Beyond the cliff were the incomprehensibly large legs stretching off into the infinity of the bed, so far away it was difficult to even get her feet in focus while gazing out. Trying to actually understand the fleshy goddess they inhabited was nothing short of headache inducing, and too much of a mental hassle when working to ensure the great mechanical beast was running.

As Ash became more and more aroused, and the sensation increased exponentially and she began to grunt and moan, taking in large gasps of air, and increasing the quaking, causing the gyroscopes to work harder and harder. All vehicles and buildings were shielded from loud noises as well, lest their heads explode from everyday sounds. The vapour inside her twitching cavern began to condense into thick rivulets that ran down her walls, bathing the various latched on vehicles in a biological menagerie of impassioned fluid. They were all very much deigned for this, all partially amphibious to crawl through the viscous lubricant. Although they were well designed, random error was always present, and they prayed within their microscopic metal shells that a weakened strut or strained window wouldn't burst under-pressure and drown them in her love-juice.

"Sir, the volume of the emission is reaching critical levels, should we begin to tighten up the domes?"

"Yes, activate the shields and change from air filtration to reserve oxygen." McNarama ordered, they were getting close now. "Men, maximum voltage, don't hold back."

The glass domes of the gyroscoptically stable cities were beginning to be closed off, the pink, wrinkled, dripping sky being replaced with the pitch black of the metal shield. The synthetic sun had since set, and the city was illuminated by only the electronic lights from the various people going about their business. Now, they were like tiny, isolated bubbles, the only reminder that they were in fact deep inside the vagina of colossal goddess being the slight tremor every time the correcting surface struggled to right itself. John and his family continued to have a relaxing night.

"Sir, we have a problem."

"What is it Armstrong?"

"We're receiving reports from the LLM AND RLM that they're running out of power, and their self-correcting platform is going to shut down if they continue at this rate."

"Damn! Tell them to throttle it down until the level is suitable."

"That's too low! She'll barely feel anything."

After a brief pause, the general spoke, "Tell the CS to amp up past 100%."

"...Are you sure? Surely you now the risks."

"Just do it. We don't want a bad review, do you?"

"N-no sir, I'll get right on it."

Another officer piped up, "That's not our only problem."

"Oh Lord what now?"

"The shield of dome 4 has a fissure over one of the air-vents, if it widens it's possible that the fluid can get inside."

"Can't we shut the air vent?"

"This is an older model that was recycled, the steel shielding isn't strong enough to withstand the pressure."

McNamara held his fingers in the cross of his hand, weighing up the multitude of possibilities inside his head. "Quarantine that portion of the city."

"Sir!"

"You remember the training, it's the only thing we can do."

"B-but!"

"No buts soldier! Tell everyone to evacuate within two minutes or find a shelter."

"Y-yes sir."

John's family's relaxation was cut short when a piercing electronic voice sounded from the sirens. "Attention all citizens in sector F of dome 4, this is an official warning from the DGS to evacuate the sector. This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill. If you are unable to evacuate, please locate the nearest subterranean bunker. This is not a drill."

John and his family quickly scrambled from their apartment, chaotically sprinting down the stairs, brimming with people also stampeding down. Out on the darkened streets the sirens blared, the streets inundated with crowds desperate to make it past the barrier of their sector. John clenched his wife's hand, child held in her arms, and pulled her down the street. Before they were even half-way a monumental black wall grew from the ground, the millimetres tall megalith stretched into the sky, hugging the dome and sealing the city. The trapped crowds began to scream aimlessly, scrambling for an elusive safe haven.

"In here!" John's wife called, now pulling him down a crumbling set of stone stairs in a dingy alleyway. Before they could reach the metallic door a horrendous grating screech echoed throughout the sealed sector, the sound of buckling metal shattering. Not caring for the sound, the tiny family scrambled into the dark bunker and slammed the door shut, cowering at the entrance. They remained in the total silence of the concrete room, the door locked tight, even as a torrent of sticky fluid crashed against it harshly.

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Ash was having a great time, the intense warmth from her abdomen causing her to slightly tickle at her sensitive parts.

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"The sector's been quarantined and the expected casualties are in the thousands."

McNamara simply looked sombre, his hand clasped over his chin in thought. "What percent are we to orgasm?"

"Projected: about 87%"

"...continue as usual."

The various submerged detachments pumped the electrons into her nerve endings, the few people outside in the suits busy repairing damaged sections and ensuring the probes were attached soundly in the sweltering goo. The personnel on board the twin LM bases sat in awkward, humid darkness, all power focused on stimulation and gyroscope control. And the gigantic CS whirred with the sound of heating reactors, all the power forced into her engorged node.

Ash was feeling close, twitching her hips slightly on the bed, her juices leaking out and messing her sheets. They really did know what they were doing down there.

"Sir, the orgasm is imminent."

"Okay men! Lets finish her off."

The gigantic goddess reached her climax, the fluid building monumentally. Her legs twitched and she moaned in ecstasy, the tiny people dedicated to pleasing her thrown around, even when supported by all their machines.

"We've reached orgasm!" one of the officers called.

The command room burst into a round of applause, cheering at the success. When the ovation died down, McNamara stood from his chair, "Good job men, you've earned a break. Williams, I'll need you to stay around for the casualty report, everyone else, you can leave."

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Slowly, all of the DGS began to unwind, the various vehicles returning to their depots, the CS docking back, the fluid filled Sector F vacuumed away and repaired, and damages assessed. After only a few hours, everything was back in order.

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Ash lay panting on her bed, the orgasm still fresh in her mind. They were really good, like, really good. She'd definitely keep them around a while longer, at least until she plunged her old vibrator back in to kill them. In the meantime, she'd enjoy them doing their job. In fact, she might even go for round two in a couple hours...